Reblog if you want a really inappropriate anonymous compliment.
When I was in fifth grade I realized I liked girls but I was like “that’s a problem for another day” and literally forgot about it and then in like eleventh grade I was like “oh my god”
YOU PROCRASTINATED REALIZING YOUR SEXUALITY THAT’S IT YOU WIN YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF THE PROCRASTINATORS i bow to you
If anyone on tumblr is still mad about Abercrombie & Fitch being assholes, here’s my idea. If you have any Abercrombie & Fitch clothes, take them, go out and find the most grizzled old homeless dude, I’m talking the Vietnam War vet with a forest of a beard and missing appendages and rotten teeth, and give it to him.